White Van Anyone?

Recently, I made a trip to our fabulous capital, Augusta. Don't get me wrong, I love Augusta (to an extent), but there are some pretty creepy parts of the city that make me want to run and hide. Although there are some GREAT shopping areas (Bath & Body Works is my haven), you have to go through the grungiest, nastiest, creepiest parts of town to get there.


So as I was leaving Bath & Body Works with my friend (Pollyanna let's call her), we were waiting at the traffic light to turn left. Now for a little background. Pollyanna and I had just spent an hour in Bath & Body Works trying on sents. With this comes a great method. Basically, on any spare piece of clothing, or arm, or piece of hair, you spray or rub a sent and compare. So after our hour of applying random sense to our persons, we smelled like a convoy of expensive hookers got together and partied all over us.

Hookers Partying

So as we were waiting at the light, a man in a white van (yes, you heard me right, A WHITE VAN) pulls up next to us planing to go straight (so he was on the passenger side of our car, where I was). He had a cigarette in his hand and kept looking over at me. Now I proceded to laugh with Pollyanna about how we smelled like a combination of hookers. When I looked over again (maybe the third time of glancing out of the corner of my eye to see if he was still looking; he was), he proceded to give me a KISSY FACE.

See Example Below:

KISSY FACE

But creepier and more disgusting. Well actually, that's pretty creepy too . . . 

Anyway, I then started yelling at Pollyanna to "DRIVE DAMN IT DRIVE!!!" as soon as the light turned green. Pollyanna continued to laugh at how he probably smelled us through his tinted White Van windows. 

Needless to say, I was freaked out and felt as though my brain had been mentally raped. But then again, leaving tiny little Hope for "The Big City" is always an adventure.